The thunderstorm at the end of September was hurried and hurried, and more than a dozen Sumiyoshikai thugs wearing black practice uniforms rushed up shouting.

The Fujii tree standing in front of the main house in the middle courtyard was already wet with rain, and the transparent rain fell along the tip of the bamboo sword.

Raising his hand, he quickly hit the top of the head of the leading thug, turned around to avoid the several bamboo swords that came from him, and his footsteps moved sideways, rushing into the crowd.

Flying and kicking down a person, the bamboo sword slashed diagonally and rushed towards his gangster's neck, and received a sneak attack on the back, Fujii Shu looked sideways, turned the blade and slashed three times in a row, the sneak attacker blocked the first blow, his steps were unsteady, the second blow, the weapon was out of his hand, and the third blow, he was hit by a sword in the shoulder, and he fell to the ground.

The four people were put down between breaths, which made the remaining dozen or so gangsters begin to pay attention to this little white face, and Ichikawa Rikichi also fell into a situation of fighting with more than a dozen gangsters.

Green-haired Ruotou quietly watched the battle in front of him, his men held up a black umbrella for him, he took out a cigarette, someone lit a fire, breathed in the pungent smell of nicotine, and waited patiently for the demise of these people.

"Let's get on it!"

More than a dozen thugs completely surrounded Fujii Tree, and I don't know who shouted, and at the same time swung a bamboo sword and slashed at Fujii Tree in the encirclement.

Holding his weapon with both hands to block the pressure of a dozen bamboo swords, Fujii abandoned his sword and rolled on the spot, got close to one of the thugs, hooked his opponent's ankle with jiu-jitsu, fell to the ground and twisted his wrist, and snatched his bamboo sword.

Fujii Shu, who no longer intended to hide his extraordinary physique, clenched the bamboo sword in his hand, four and a half times the physical fitness of ordinary people, and slashed out several times with his sword like lightning, and put down the three gangsters who formed an encirclement with their backs to him.

"I can really fight! So powerful?"

Taken aback, Green Mao Ruo looked at Fujii Shu, who had already killed nearly ten people, and waved his hand to the subordinates behind him.

"Twenty more men to see how good he can fight."

Fujii didn't even have time to breathe, and the crowd of twenty people was replenished, and the dense darkness was gloomy, making people desperate, if it weren't for the fact that the middle courtyard couldn't hold a hundred people at the same time, this gang of troublemakers would definitely rush up without talking about martial virtues.

Picking up a bamboo sword that fell from the ground, Fujii Shu changed to dual wielding, although he is not Miyamoto Musashi's second-day first-class, and he does not have such excellent swordsmanship to destroy the enemy's family and fight more than seventy people alone, but the otherworldly body can still create miracles.

If you look down from above, a group of black-clad thugs are lined up in a half-moon shape, and they are approaching Fujii Tree alone, step by step, and some people can't bear it, and they take the initiative to rush towards him to show their bravery.

The man's brainless slash under the crossbow of his left hand, and his right hand stabbed him in the chest, and the person flew out with a sword, falling into the muddy water in embarrassment, losing the ability to fight.

Ignoring the unfortunate bastards on the ground, the gangsters roared like beasts and braved the rain to defeat Fujii.

Fujii Tree, who was in the state of double knife flow, waited coldly, and waited until the closest gangster entered the distance of one foot and one sword, and the whole person was activated in an instant, and his feet stepped on the ground to provide impact, and he bounced into the crowd to set off chaos.

One hand and one sword slashed several times in a row, regardless of whether the part hit was critical or not, the gangsters in the sword were inexorably incapacitated in pain, and it could be seen from their red and swollen arms that nine times out of ten they were broken on the spot.

After a sword in the shoulder, Fujii drew his sword and stabbed back, knocking the attacker back a few steps, stumbling to the ground, clutching his chest for a sad breath.

In a few breaths, the circle around Fujii was full of whirling and howling thugs, and less than half of the more than twenty thugs remained, huddled together, trembling with their swords raised, their faces pale.

Is this man a monster?

Can we really deal with him?

It's better to wait for the next fight and pretend to be dead, it must hurt to see what happens to them, right?

Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to take the initiative to step forward again, earning two or three hundred thousand yen a month, what kind of life did they fight?

"Bastards, are you still from Sumiyoshikai! Give it to me, and whoever defeats this guy will be rewarded with 10 million yen!"

If the green hair is extremely angry, he can't solve the Ichikawa Dokan by dispatching a hundred people, and the next one to sink in Tokyo Bay may be himself.

And alongside

After Ichikawa Rikichi put down five or six people, he fell to the ground, and Ichikawa Nobutaka, who was still injured, was still wrestling with seven or eight gangsters.

This kid is really like Aggie said, he is a good material for a natural swordsman!

After all, Ichikawa Nobutaka is a real kendo eight-dan master, and he still has the energy to observe Fujii's performance during the battle, and he is more and more satisfied with this young man who will join Ichikawa Ichito-ryu.

With the temptation of a huge bounty, the remaining sixty or seventy thugs don't care if the middle court can accommodate so many companions, there are so many of them, the enemy will exhaust all his strength and lose if he can fight!

"Kill! Kill! Kill !!"

The hysterical roar emboldened itself, and the crowd swarmed up, drowning the thugs rolling on the ground and covering every corner of the courtyard.

Fujii Shu lowered his head to dodge a few bamboo swords, raised his hand and slashed over a person, a hot pain came from his back, and his right hand turned the sword body without looking back, and put down the guy who was attacking from behind.

Nimbly dodging a sudden slash of a bamboo sword, Fujii looked at the attacker in surprise.

The same black practice uniform, just a white scarf tied to his forehead, is obviously not an ordinary gangster's skill, if he hadn't slashed in a state, it would have been difficult for him to dodge this blow in normal times.

"Beichen is a sword stream, the one who is exempted, the seventh stage of the sword, and the cultivation of Yichuan." Z.br>

This skilled comer,Originally, the green hair was a master who was invited to deal with the mysterious swordsman who cut off the steel pipe that day.,Out of the swordsman's integrity.,Igawa Shusaku didn't plan to participate in the battle of bullying the less.,But the benefits of millions of yen have been collected.,I can't watch the employer fall short.,Who will ask him to cut people in the future.。

After bowing and saluting ninety degrees, Ikawa Shusaku, who was holding a bamboo sword, repelled the surrounding gangsters and opened the open space within a radius of ten meters, he wanted to solve this difficult guy alone.

After fighting for so long, your strength has run out, right?

Ikawa Shusaku calculates the remaining physical strength of Fujii Shu, an opponent with shallow sword skills but amazing physical fitness, and the strength he relies on is no longer terrifying at the beginning.

Although some of them are not martial, the sword technique is a killing skill, as long as you can win the victory, you are a strong one.

He walked forward slowly, shifting his body, cautiously and cautiously approaching Fujii.

And the strong are both righteous and righteous!

With his thoughts in his heart, Ikawa Shusaku raised his sword and stabbed Fujii Shu's throat, like wind and thunder, and the sound of breaking through the air began.

"Smack!"

Swinging the sword to stab Ikawa Shusaku, Fujii's other left hand slashed at the same time, and the left hand, which was not the usual one, still exerted the power and speed of the bamboo sword under the extraordinary physique.

"Drink, ha!"

With a shout to lift his breath, Ikawa Shusaku blocked Fujii's straight stab with his backhand, and the bamboo sword grazed his ear, and the sound of breaking the air shook his eardrums, oozing blood.